Past Tense
Past the harpy's screaching wants
I'm shovelling snow alone
I enjoy the space
I guess I should've known
just was really thirsty
to get a soda fifty cents
now that provoked a fight
until the rush hour light
this marriage made no sense
Past the invader's tearing voices
my mind rips through the walls
I baseball bat his face
I enjoy his mercy calls
was once apprehensive
anger so intense
used to lay in rage at night
plotting in the moonlight
I was past incensed
Past the harpy's shrieking airplane fear
of falling burning from above
And to a pizza place
I dream a little bit of love
Later drifting peaceful
As I let go of every sense
A drink and nod off alright
I will sleep sound tonight
Grateful, I'm past tense